Social

A skeleton in a suit and tie
 Tells us what we ought to buy
 A bag of coke and a nuclear heart
 Support your conscience that's a start
 If you win the game, some have to lose
 The fun part is that you can't choose
 You're born into your social class
 You're stuck there and it's hard to pass
 Their social norms and social rules
 We're social scum, they're social tools
 They tell us all their social lies
 Ignoring all our social cries
 We lose the game before we start
 They watch us dance, we fall apart
 Let's be ourselves and never be social
 We'll play their games but never be social
 Ken and Barb in Greek fatigues
 Tell us what we ought to be
 The care to drive what to think
 Ignorant bliss, no need to think
 As Barb cakes fetus on her face
 Ken sucks blood at his workplace
 They take from you, they take from me
 Society's anomalies